Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.